k-squared.

Lovely song. :D Been listening to a lot of him lately.

And I dug up a pic from last year's holiday :D


Korea '08, awesome pic. I know.

I swear, EVERYONE was staring me like I was some psycho escaped mental hospital patient when I was taking this photo. Actually, my mum took it. But it took, like, 10 tries. HAHAHA So I had to jump, and jump, and jump...

But whatever, not like I'll ever see them again.

Korea was awesome. (y) The street food (y)(y) But I couldn't get proper kimchi pancake there, most restaurants only served the plain one. Which was a bit 'wth' for me.

And the weirdest part...when I was walking down the street (I was alone, I went to get Coffee Bean. 'Cause I went to Korean to have Coffee Bean, duh.) some random Korean dude and his friend just came up to me and started talking to me in rapid Korean.

Dumbfounded, I just kinda...stared at him. And looked around, left and right, to check if he was talking to someone else.

But there wasn't anyone else around...so here I was. Not knowing a smidge of Korean. Except 'hello' and a few swear words, oh, and also 'I like to have noodles for breakfast.' (HAHAH imagine that, the guy randomly talking to me. And I say..."I like to have noodles for breakfast." HAHAHAHA that would be awesome.)

So I said, "Err, sorry I don't speak Korean." But, in reality, it sounded more like "Ehh, soh-ri. Ai-uh dontu speekah KOH-RE-AH-N." HAHAHAHA.

Because, obviously, they would understand so much better if it was spoken with a heavy (fake) Korean accent.

So after I say this, he looks at me with wide eyes. Blushes (!?!) and says "OOO, Soh-ri soh-ri!" whilst bowing (HAHA he effin' bowed to me), turns around and leaves.

And to this day, I am still bloody curious as to what he said.

This work of art (Fatso, remember this joke? HAHAHA.) reflects the true inner personalities in the photo.

And...

Why, yes indeed Joanna, I am totally implying that you are a rat in this photo.

How's that for passive-aggressive?

HAHAHAHAHA I joke. I joke. :x


Or...am I?

30 minutes of work. Probably.

The silvery glow of moonlight soaked into his skin, penetrating every inch of skin exposed to the skies above. Petals of blood red parted and bloomed into a wistful smile, laced with pain and grit. Bellied by his grief, knifed deep into his gut and twisted. Each breath a molten trail down his throat; each breath of pain, of agony, of betrayal, of irrational anger.

~*~

Both works in progress, there's a bigger version of the picture in Facebook.

People are finally coming back. Missed you guys :D

I miss: complaining about the songs on your iPod, our random conversations about 'everything, and nothing at all,' planning and never doing, wearing your clothes, pretending to be a rock star with Whitney Houston playing in the background, my futile attempts to beat you at arm wrestling, your piggyback rides down the stairs.

I need: a hug, those cinnamon rolls, your blanket tucked under my feet, House playing on my laptop, bars of chocolate hidden in that drawer, a good cry on your shoulder, you to tell me that it's 'gonna be okay.'

Get your ass back here right now.

Please?

Mankind really disgusts me sometimes.

RIP Baby Peter.

Go to hell, you monsters.

First driving lesson tomorrow. I'll have to wake up at some ungodly hour...like 8am.

Personally, I worry for my driving instructor.

Here's to hoping I don't fail too badly.